As if he had just woken up after falling asleep, his mind was chaotic at first, and then the whole person began to slowly wake up, Al lay down for a while, and finally opened his eyes, the warm sunlight shone on his face, a little dazzling, and the dust that slowly flew under the sunlight was clearly visible, and the whole room was sprinkled with light. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The consciousness was still at the moment of being killed, and he slashed at the dark elf sword dancer who pounced on him with his sword, and he didn't even see the opponent's movements clearly, and his head was cut off directly, and then the whole person fell into darkness.

"Still failed" After the battle, the physical fatigue and excessive mental wear and tear of spell casting seemed to still stay in the reborn body, Al was still lazy now, not wanting to move, his thoughts couldn't help but spread, and even recalled some things that he thought he had forgotten.

Earth, parents before the time travel, friends from college, favorite dramas, parents now, Sabel, City of Thorns, Scourge of the Dark Arts...... In each period, memories were projected in my mind like a marquee, until they were interrupted by a hurried.

"Young Master Al, it's time to get up, the heir of Iron Thorn can't be a lazy sleeper. ”

After being urged several times, Al's eyes finally focused on the maid in front of him, the face of the forty-something was not pretty, the pursed lips, slightly protruding cheekbones, and a pure black, unadorned maid outfit made her look like a judge in a legal robe, looking serious and nervous.

"It's you, Greel," a relaxed Al casually greeted.

"First of all, you should say good morning. Secondly, you should call me Ms. Greer. I don't remember you being such a frivolous nobleman, did you forget even the basic etiquette one night, Master El. Tomorrow you will be twelve years old, and you can't be as naïve as you used to. Lady Grell looked very angry, and her face was stiffened.

Al realized that he was no longer the commander of the rebels in his twenties. Then she noticed what Miss Grell had just said, "So tomorrow is my birthday." "Turning his attention to the large mirror at the end of the bed, in which a child who looked eleven or twelve years old appeared, with gray eyes and dark hair that reflected the purest iron thorn blood. Without the enthusiasm of red, nor the opulence of gold, it was often ridiculed by the nobility of other regions as "vulgar pieces of iron", and God knows why they put the two words together.

"Lucky to be a child!" Al cheered in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel good when he was reborn again.

"Good morning, Lady Greer" Al stood up directly on the bed and hugged the maid, "It's so nice to see you" grimaced, Al grinned and began to change clothes.

Caught off guard, Lady Greer's body froze, and a crack finally appeared in her iron-like face. As a nobleman, how can you be like this! The words of reprimand came to his lips but did not come out, and Ms. Greer, who was inexplicably in a good mood, decided to forgive the little master for this faux pas, after all, the little master will only be twelve years old tomorrow, isn't it.

Since inexplicably crossing into this world from the university and being given the name Al, Al has been reborn three times counting this time. The first time he was reborn was a six-year-old child, Al was quite excited, and after being discovered to have both elemental induction, divine and magical talents, he was vigorously cultivated by the Iron Thorn family. At first, Al also had the dream of punching Grievous the Great and stepping on the Gregorian pope. However, after knowing that he was the only child of his parents, and that there were no siblings to stumble on him and fight for the family property, Al quickly fell into depravity when he was a rice worm in college. It is too painful to live three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, exercising one's body, and learning magic and spells! Who would have to live such a hard life after working hard to survive the college entrance examination. Al's parents slowly gave up on him and went with him. However, it was not long before the happy little days were shattered, and when he was twenty-two years old, the Scourge of Dark Arts broke out, and he did not know the exact situation, except that the empire quickly fell, and the disaster soon spread to the West. At that time, El was playing in Snow Maple Town, the easternmost part of the Western Realm, and was directly surrounded and killed.

With infinite remorse before his death, Al was surprised to find that he had been reborn again, only this time unlucky, and was reborn at the age of twenty-five, as the commander of the last rebel army of the Empire, and he was the only one left in the Iron Thorn family at that time. However, this experience was not without its gains, Al was surprised to find that he had lost the talent of elemental integration, and he chose to learn and practice the magic that took little time and had quick results. At the same time, he also discovered that the plague of dark magic had the participation of orcs, dark elves, and dwarves, but they all became puppets. After dozens of battles, Al became familiar with the ways of fighting with aliens, learned to command armies in warfare, and learned the various dark arts and vicious alchemy of dark magicians. But the gap in strength between the two sides is too large, and Al is really powerless.

At Ms. Greer's urging, Al quickly changed his clothes and led her downstairs to the lobby for breakfast with his parents. It's impossible to expect the maid to help with dressing or something, and the Iron Thorn family believes in doing it themselves, which is often secretly ridiculed by other nobles: "hillbilly", but no matter what others think, the Iron Thorn family has its own way of life, and the family members have always been so stubborn for hundreds of years, just like their ridiculed nickname "vulgar iron block".

Along the way, I passed several rooms, and as far as the eye could see, black and gray became the main colors, the stones that piled up the castle were not painted at all, revealing their original colors, the floor was paved with black rocks, the rooms were painted black, and even the maids I met were all black. There are no luxurious chandeliers, exquisite sculptures, famous oil paintings, ornate decorations, this is the Thorn Fortress, except for the large space and many rooms, there is no aristocratic appearance, and it is no different from the commoners.

"What the hell is going to do with the Scourge of the Dark Arts?" Al thought as he walked, with a hint of frustration and confusion in his heart, "Where did the disaster begin? Why did the aliens get involved? Maybe I should go somewhere else......" After all, he was just an ordinary college student before he crossed over, and the experience of two rebirths did not turn him into a god-wise strategist or a commander who won all battles. These two rebirths only tell Al a truth: disaster strikes, and there is no way back, either die silently, or struggle, fight, and fight.

Descending the spiral staircase, Al saw his parents sitting at the dining table waiting for him, and the stone tablet standing prominently in the hall, carved with the family crest of Iron Thorn and the motto of the Iron Thorn family - even if you step into the tomb, don't throw away the sword in your hand, because it can support you from falling.

The confusion and faint fear in his heart dissipated in an instant, and Al stroked the Iron Thorn Badge on his chest, the cold and rough feel of the black iron brought him a trace of peace of mind and confidence. El doesn't know if he will succeed in this life, if he will be able to fail and be reborn, if he can, how many times he will need to die to resist the scourge of the dark arts. Looking at his parents, Lady Greer, the old butler, and the maids standing aside, they only knew that they must try even a thousand times and never give up. "At least stand in front of them with a sword in hand," Al told himself.

"Good morning, Father. Good morning, Mother" Al greeted his parents, and the whole family prayed together before starting to enjoy their breakfast. Al's parents were devout believers, so the Iron Thorns are now staunch supporters of the Holy Cult. This also caused the Iron Thorn family to be very unpopular with some of the great nobles. Breakfast was nothing special, plenty of fruits and vegetables with plenty of cooked meat, and a little caviar peculiar to the West, the Iron Thorn family has always believed in this simple truth - if you want to grow taller and stronger, you must eat more meat.

Duke Ruhr Edward was meticulous in his dress, but he looked less like a nobleman and more like a general, and his face with three wounds looked extremely vicious, which was left fifteen years ago when he was fighting the beast tide on the front line, when a dinosaur claw was directly called on the duke's face, fortunately the eye was not caught blind on the spot, and now the head of the dinosaur is still stored in the duke's showroom.

The Duke looked at Al, his eyes full of kindness without his usual majesty. Xiao Al is a little mediocre in the eyes of the people around him, but he doesn't have a bit of a smug spirit, and he doesn't give up lightly when he practices swords on weekdays, which is very good. The Iron Thorn Family is the lord of the West, and what it needs is not a great talent or a thousand miles of wilderness, but a stoic and undegraded family master, and he believes that little Al can definitely become a qualified heir.

"Al, the Cardinal of the Westside will be coming to Thorn Castle tomorrow, remember not to be rude," the Duchess who sat across from El commanded with a smile.

Duchess Sharan Edward's face doesn't look pretty at all, probably because Al looks so ordinary. She has neither the name of "the flower of so-and-so", nor the deeds that caused the two young men to duel for it. Perhaps one of the most famous things about her youth was that she was one of the few women who graduated from the St. Teresa Military Academy. She then traveled from the Holy City to the West, and joined the Westside Legion, becoming the chief of staff of the entire legion step by step. However, those who have met her will always be impressed by her eyes, which contain wisdom and courage.

"Why did the Bishop come?" Al was a little puzzled, although tomorrow was his birthday, there was no need for the cardinal to make a special trip.

"Your father specially invited the Bishop to come over, and he wanted to ask the Bishop to baptize you and test your divine talents. The Duchess replied.

Divine art, Al is a little looking forward to it and a little apprehensive in his heart, hoping that he has a good talent.